— STORIES, THEY TALK

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— TIDINGS starter for @norkiewrites

The first snow of the season lay like a thick coat over the frozen little town, and it seemed to put quite a few people in extremely good spirits -- and Allison was definitely among them. The glowing brightness was a welcome illumination to weigh out the fact that it got dark way too quickly, and as Allison trekked home from the grocery store with Ryan by her side, she felt her stomach soar in a way it hadn’t done for a long time. Suddenly, her steps were lighter and conversation much more flowing, and her mood made her pause in the snow while Ryan went ahead to unlock the door. Almost on an impulse, Allison bent down and pressed together a snowball. Straightening up, she played with it in her hands before her eyes shifted to Ryan, still at the door with his back turned to her. Her body seemed to have made the decision before her mind had -- with a good enough chuck that made Allison’s heart give a nervous beat, the snowball soared through the air and hit Ryan square in the back of his head. The look on her face was one of both excitement and uncertainty as Allison waited for his reaction.

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— FABVLIST:

He didn’t normally do this – accepting invitations to ‘thank you’ drinks with clients – but these people were some of his best long-term clients, almost friends now, so Nick had gladly agreed. Stop in for an hour, sip on some champagne and maybe book a new shoot with one of them before heading home and getting out of the stuffy formal wear required by the establishment’s dress code. He arrived a little before five, early as usual, and chose to wait outside, finding it far more entertaining to watch the patrons in the restaurant  next door than to sit alone at the bar wait. In all honestly, he felt a little out of his depth, but Nick Bailey was known for his cool, calm, and casual demeanour, and drinks with rich clients in a high-end establishment wouldn’t shake that, but by the look of it, not everyone was so in control. One patron in particular caught his attention, sitting alone at a table for two and clearly uncomfortable about it, and a wave of sympathy washed over Nick, but then he was swept up in the easy, confident chatter of his own party as they arrived and ushered him into the bar, and that was that…or so he’d thought.

An hour passed and their gathering dispersed – though not before he’d had a chance to hand out his card to a few new people. Once again Nick found himself stopping outside the restaurant next door, gazing inside to see how the scene had changed, and surprised to lay eyes on that same, solitary soul once more. If they’d looked uncomfortable before… Feeling much more confident in the formal setting thanks to the few drinks he’d had, Nick took a deep breath, smoothed down his jacket and stepped inside without a second thought. After a few quick words with the maître d’, Nick took his seat opposite this visibly flustered, though still attractive, stranger. “Hey, babe., I’m sorry I’m late. That work thing ran late, and my phone’s at home in a bowl of rice, but I’m here now. Who’d want to be anywhere else?” He opened the menu before him, smiling softly at the person across the table. This could go two ways: the stranger played along and the two of them shared a meal, or he was about to be yelled at and kicked out of the restaurant. Both outcomes would make good stories, but he hadn’t been forcefully removed or banned from any establishments in more than five years, so he leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Look, if you want me gone, that’s fine, but whoever stood you up here is a dickhead, and you deserve a better evening than that.”

For the way Adrian was staring at the stranger in front of him, he would have thought not a single person in the restaurant would buy what was happening at that table. His gaze flitted to the tables around them, many of which had turned their eyes away from Adrian and were now engaged with the company at their own tables. A small wave of relief washed over Adrian at the sight -- at the very least the arrival of the complete stranger hadn’t garnered more attention. Finally it was with vulnerability in his eyes that Adrian met the stranger’s gaze, listened to his words of explanation, and then... remained silent. For a moment, at least. A shallow sigh escaped him as he quickly weighed the good against the bad of the situation -- wasn’t it cheating if he went on a date with another guy, even if it was a fake date where the guy pretended to be his boyfriend who hadn’t shown up? Then again, his boyfriend hadn’t shown up. While Adrian didn’t like the thought of extracting any kind of revenge on his boyfriend, he did think it was perfectly fine for two friends to have dinner, too. That’s how he could look at the guy -- as a friend. Before he could argue with himself any further, Adrian blurted out, “You can stay.” He cleared his throat, and gave a small smile, keeping his voice at the same level as the other guy. “I... don’t think my boyfriend’s coming, so... the seat’s all yours.” The smile grew a little bigger. After a tiny moment, he added, “He’s not a bad person. My boyfriend, I mean. He’s... just busy a lot, that’s all.”

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— EVERY MOMENT starter for @prewitched

“So far, so good,” Daniella mumbled into Tara’s ear, having come up from behind her where she sat on a bench. The last couple of weeks or so had taught Daniella how to be much more physically comfortable around Tara since a lot of the time they were holding hands or leaning on each other, and so it had become a little bit of a habit for Daniella to do things like this. She didn’t think anything of it, though -- if anything, it melted right into their pretense. A triumphant smile on her lips, Daniella rounded the bench and plopped down next to her “girlfriend”. She immediately crossed her legs and put an arm on the backrest of the bench behind Tara. “None of them are any the wiser,” Daniella sing-sang in a celebratory tone. “We haven’t fed each other anything yet, though, and that’s like the ultimate couples thing to do on these events... should you feed me cotton candy, or is that too much?”

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— XHEARTOFGLASS:

Ted Tedd & Teddy: It’s been so long since I was last on here, I wouldn’t be surprised if they forgot I existed Ted Tedd & Teddy: but wow I never knew I was talking to one of the founding fathers of the land. I am not worthy! Pleasure to officially meet you Jana, call me Ted 

Jana Proudmoar: What, you don’t use yours for work? Either I am talking to someone very young, or someone very old... or someone VERY technologically impaired Jana Proudmoar: In the flesh! Wow, Ted, really? That was not the name I was expecting from you. 

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TURNING TABLES — starter for @fabvlist​

If it had been anywhere else, Adrian might have been able to pass it off as though he’d truly come there alone. Anywhere where he wasn’t required to style his hair and put on a specific cologne and sit opposite an empty seat the waiter had already set the table for, and Adrian might have been able to loudly announce, “Alright! I’ve decided what I want to eat and this is it!”, and pretended like he had meant to sit there alone for an hour. Of course, by the time the clock on the wall had hit six instead of five, humiliation had Adrian’s ears burning a bright red, and anxiety had him fidgeting with his collar for more air. Beads of sweat were forming in his forehead, and right at that moment, Adrian wanted to be anywhere else. Anywhere. Hell would have even been preferred. Feeling like everyone was watching him, he finally made the move to flee with his tail between his legs -- until someone unexpectedly sat down opposite him. 

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                                                 November 12, 2016                         Jana Proudmoar would like to add you on Skype

Jana Proudmoar: It took skype forever to find you! Are you actively trying to hide? Anyway, as you can tell by the name, it’s Syntaxbender aka me, aka my name is Jana. (Yep. Really.)

-- starter for @xheartofglass

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MAKE IT BETTER / CARTER & AMELIA — @voxpopl

For a while as the nurse fixed Carter up,there was a comfortable silence between them. Carter didn’t need to speak, andhe figured that neither did the nurse. There was nothing muchto say, really. The accident Carter had gotten into was a mild one, and thenurse had seen plenty of accidents before; this was but a speck of dust on herrecord. But, in their silence, Carter couldn’t help but notice the woman. Thelittle white room surrounding him didn’t give him much to stare at, and so hetook to staring at the woman’s focused features as she worked bandages aroundhis torso. Plus, she was pretty — he’d give her that. She stood out next to thewhite walls. She stood out within the room. And so, though Carter needn’t sayanything, he opened his mouth nonetheless. When he did, his tone was playful,as though nothing hurt and this was a meeting at some other place at some othertime. He said, “You should’ve seen the other guy.” The grin on his lips thatcame after that was undeniable. “I’m the tough one, I promise.”

Though it was common practice for many doctors to allow their patients to become one in the crowd throughout the day – faces and wounds both came and went, after all – it wasn’t something Amelia took care to employ in her day to day experience at the job. If one asked, she could with accuracy recall the child she’d treated for a violently sprained ankle earlier. While she might come to forget about the patients within a few days, they always seemed to linger in her mind throughout the entire day – although the reason she’d come to remember this particular patient surely wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. Many times her eyes had drifted over his countenance in pretense of traveling to an object near it, and while she concentrated on bandaging him accurately, Amelia definitely couldn’t prevent her eyes from following the outline of his torso, the muscles in his upper chest and the abs so clearly visible around his belly button. Thankfully – for the man’s physique was the last thing she wanted to drown in while on the job – his voice gave her a reason to meet his gaze with a smile. “I should hope that the other guy is perfectly fine and this is all just the result of some unfortunate accident,” she countered, unable to stop the smile on her lips from growing to match the grin on his. “I’d hate to have to scold you before I’m even finished bandaging.”

— @rcligions

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welp, so I haven’t gotten this blog started yet... the move to this blog coincided oh-so-perfectly with a loss of muse, but I’m slowly getting back to re-establishing this! I have some plots in the works and many threads that need to be transferred here, so yeah... don’t expect to see a lot of movement here yet, but soon enough!